Chapter 3

Hanging Out with Friends

Stan snored loudly and was met with a punch to the chest. He coughed a bit before opening his eyes. Kyle was still trying to sleep and the mess of curly locks he called hair tickled Stan's nose. The tan male stretched and inhaled his chest rising along with Kyle's head, which was resting on his shirtless chest. Stan smiled at the cute little annoyed grumbled Kyle gave out. The Jew was a terrible morning person. Not that it was morning anymore anyway. It was damn near 2pm and they haven't left the bed at all. Stan knew they had to be at home alone right now. His mom and dad usually don't come home from work till 5 or 7 and Shelley was away at the dorms about 45 minutes away. Although, Shelley claimed she hated them she usually visits every weekend so Stan wouldn't be too surprised if she was downstairs watching T.V. or something.

"Yo, dude...come on lets go eat," Stan purred showing another attractive attribute: his deep, sexy groggy voice. Kyle swooned and hugged Stan closer. It really wasn't that odd that they cuddled. They've always done these things ever since they decided bringing sleeping bags were a hassle and they both could avoid back problems this way. Stan tried to sit up but was met with a loud growl and a forced that knocked him back down.

"Fuck eating...let's just stay like this forever," Kyle sighed as he suggested while snuggling up to Stan more. "Besides, I'm not even hungry..." Kyle states as his stomach strongly disagrees.

"See? Come on let's take a shower...I'll let you take one with me," Stan chuckled not noticing Kyle's blush and change in heart rate. A few weeks had past since Kyle's revelation at the football field and so far he's decided to just wait it out. Things couldn't be better, their relationship has been going well despite the small chest pains he gets when he's around Stan. Like now, the boy just said normal things that cause Kyle's heart to skip beats. It was dangerous for a boy who has diabetes to be around a guy so fucking sweet! After Kyle slugged Stan for his offer, they took showers- separately as Kyle's heart would implode if he saw Stan fully naked. It was enough seeing Stan's well sculpted abs on a regular bases he didn't need to see Stan's rumored, by Kenny, 8 (8 and 1/2 on good days) schlong. The boys realized that there really wasn't anyone home and Shelley had ate everything else before leaving back out with some friends. There was no food left so they decided to go head out for some brunch.

"I'm so FANCAY~ Ya already knOOOWW!" the two best friends were singing along-terribly- in the front seat of Stan's car. Kyle was grinning ear to ear completely satisfied with himself. He was content with just being with Stan in this moment. It felt so...right(?) he wanted it to always be like this. Sleepovers where they stayed up virtually throughout the night just talking in the dark, snuggling in with Stan till the afternoon, waking up to that voice, driving around singing (terribly) to the radio, and just enjoying each other. If Kyle could just have Stan like this, all would be right in the world. As they turned into the Honey Jam Cafe, Stan's phone ringed. Fishing it out of his pocket he saw from the caller ID it was his girlfriend.

"Hello?" Stan answered a bit wary of her mood. He knew she had been on her period and last time she got mad because of a little joke so Stan really had to walk on egg shells around her or else it might be over with her for real.

"Hey honey..." Wendy spoke. Stan noticed she sound a bit weird, a bit erotic? "I'm off my period...how about you come over now and we can make up in your favorite way?" Wendy offered. Stan looked around as if anyone could hear it and laid eyes on Kyle. The red head was looking out the window bobbing his head to some pop song that just came on and it broke Stan's heart. On one hand he would be a shitty best friend for bailing out on Kyle and on the other Wendy was fucking hot and ready for him...what should he do? He never likes to hurt Kyle and they just made up as well. His friendship is very important to him, no doubt about it.

"Kyle, I owe you!" Stan apologized for what was the sixth time today. Kyle rolled his eyes and gave a tired sigh. It was happening again.

'It looks like another night of ice cream and dirty sweat pants!' Kyle thought to himself. He couldn't believe it was happening again. This same cycle over again. Kyle and Stan were just fine until Wendy came into the picture. It's always been the same tired old formula since childhood. They were perfect until Stan started liking girls and wanted a girlfriend more than he wanted friends. "It's fine. Just drop me off at Tweak Bros. I need some coffee..." Kyle rubbed his head. He also needed some one to talk to and out of everyone in South Park he knew three little blondes who wouldn't judge him no matter what. He usually wouldn't dare go to them for help but since a certain dirty blonde would just tell him "I told you so" and act all self righteous and certain brunette would call him a fag and everyone else would give him shitty advice he really didn't have any options left. Stan pulled up in front of the small, comforting cafe and Kyle exited the car.

"Hey...don't be mad, Kyle...?" Stan called out but Kyle just waved him off not even bothering to turn around and slammed the door. Stan sighed, he was already regretting his decision. He rolled down the window and leaned out. "Kyle, I love youuuuu!" Stan bellowed out not caring who saw or who heard. Kyle blush and pointed him to another direction hoping he would catch his drift and just fucking leave already.

"I'm not leeeeaaavviiinnngg til you saaaayyy it baaaacckkk~" Stan chimed in an annoying sing song voice. Kyle gave him a dead pan stare and mumbled back the words before running into the cafe. He wasn't in the mood to say it plus he was starting to blush and he didn't need for it to get awkward.

"He bailed on you!?" Butters exclaimed as he set Kyle's order down.

"Yes. Shh!" Kyle hushed the loud boy. He looked around and saw it wasn't too crowded and everyone had earplugs in so it was safe. "The bastard ditched me so he could get his dick wet," Kyle spat bitterly. He almost laughed at the blush the three innocent blondes wore as the word "dick" and the fact that Stan was going to get some was uttered. Kyle felt a bit uncomfortable around them. They were so clean it hurts but it's really amusing to see them react to these less than "golden" things. Kyle took a sip of his sweet coffee and quickly grimaced. God, he hated coffee, it was too bitter! The only reason he got it was because Tweek insisted. The red head took about five packets and dump them all in his coffee.

"Tsk-tsk! You're a diabetic you do not need all of that sugar, deary!" Pip shook his head disapprovingly. He grabbed the rest of the sugar packets and gave them to Tweek to put them away. Kyle growled as rolled his eyes.

"Relax guys, I have my medicine and I'll be fine the doctor said I'll be fine!" Kyle snapped he hated being worried over like this. He wasn't a baby. "Anyway that's not the problem, the problem is...well the problem is..." Kyle tripped over himself. He didn't know how to tell the blondes staring at him with such big childlike eyes. Kyle's cheeks burned from embarrassment. He couldn't believe he was going to say this but it needed to be said. "Can I tell you guys this in private?" Kyle inquired looking around the coffee shop once again.

"Sure, love, no problem," Pip reassured warmly and the three of them got up to finish work. Kyle just sat at his seat and sipped at his coffee. It wasn't long till it was closing time and the four could go. They walked to Butters' house and into the back yard.

"Kyle, yo-you must not tell anyone of this place! Pinky pro-promise!" Tweek demanded shaking in his boots with like bony baby finger jutted out. Kyle stared openly at the twitching boy, he couldn't decided whether it was still his normal tick or just because of the cool night wind. The Jew shook his red head, that wasn't the main focus right now. Where in the hell was he taking them? Kyle locked pinkies with the smaller blondes and they went through the usual process of promising: lock pinkies, make a copy by pressing your knuckles together, and then stamp with your thumbs pressing together.

They finally reached this small tool shed like place and Kyle rolled his eyes. It was just their little hide out. Kyle knew this was about to be a waste of time, but when Butters unlocked the door and they walked in and turned on the lights, Kyle quickly changed his mind. It was a pretty nice set up. Sure the excessive amount of Hello Kitty posters took from the "manly" feel but other than that it was cozy, and warm. The walls were painted a nice cream with many different decorations that you could just tell was the doing of the three blondes. Of course the hello kitty was Butters' doing, pictures of Coffee and scenery (most likely taken by Craig), Tweek was the culprit. But, the icing on the cake was the many pictures of the British boy bands and the Queen, courtesy of none other than Pip. The room was warm signifying the heater in the corner if the room was on. Even though the shed was tiny, they managed a small love seat, a small coffee table, A few fold up chairs, a very tiny T.V., a Hello Kitty radio, and a mini fridge. Kyle admired the intensity of such a tree house and nodded and clapped. They did well, for a bunch of 'lame-o's but he digresses. Finally, after Kyle felt safe, he spoke.

"The problem is...I li-like Stan..." The kosher teen stammered. Kyle exhaled from relief. He said it.

"Okie-dokie and...?" Butters responded first.

"Huh?" Kyle blinked confused. He could believe his eyes nor his ears! Three of the most oblivious characters in South Park treated him as if he didn't know shit! It made him wonder who else knew about this?

"Yea it's great you finally realized, dear old chap...but how is that bad?" Pip asked placing his hand on Kyle's shoulder reassuringly.

Kyle stared at them as if he was betrayed and stammered once again. "Be-BECAUSE, Stan has a girlfriend! Stan isn't gay! Stan is my best friend! And last time I checked best friends don't have wet dreams-" Kyle stopped himself after realizing what he just said. "Please...forget that," he pleaded while face palming.

"Well noted, but Kyle it's not bad...you can't choose who you fall in love with...you don't even know how Stan feels. I mean, what if he feels the same way?" Pip quizzed.

"There's no way that is true!" Kyle told. I mean, Stan was very much in love with Wendy...right?

"Ho-how do you know? Did you as-ask him?" Tweek fretted petting his hair and wiggling his fingers, it was getting to be about that time for more coffee. The twitchy blonde thought it would be a good idea to add a coffee machine to the shed.

"I can see it on his face! The way his eyes automatically softens when he looks at her, that goofy ass smile that only she can give him, and the fact that if she wills it he will drop literally everything to be by her side!" Kyle exclaimed.

"New flash Kyle: Stan looks at you in a much more precious way, his whole demeanor changes! The faces that, I'm sure, he only shows to you! Like, when he's sad he only leans on you and no one else! He tries to act tough around everyone one else but to you he's just Stan and if that isn't love I don't know what is" Butters corrected.

"Yea but-"

"And don't get me started on if you're the one in trouble, forget dropping everything and running to you, Kyle, you don't know since you're the only one not there to witness it but Stan would literally do anything! He's made several contracts with Damien for you!" it was Pip's turn to explain.

"And i-if he can't help you he-he will-gah!- break down into TEARS! He wouldn't f-for Wendy..." Tweek added in his two cents. This was a lot for Kyle to take in. His mind was continuously spinning. He wasn't sure what to think. He was the perfect person for Stan yet he knew that he and Stan can never be together no matter how much everyone else says they should be to Kyle the only opinions that matters in this is Stan's. As far as the red head knew Stan's opinion was that he loved Wendy-not his super best friend, Kyle. Kyle leaned forward and rubbed his head then he placed his hands in his curls and pulled. He was so confused right now. How can they be so sure? Wendy was the perfect girlfriend, super hot, super smart, and a GIRL. Kyle's only good attribute was giving Stan a good laugh- that's it. Why would Stan give up a cheerleader for some fool? None of that made any sense!

"Watch this," Butters ordered after grabbing Kyle's phone and pulling up Stan's number.

SBF (Kyle): can you come pick me up?

SBF (Stan): Sure give me about 30min

SBF (Kyle): Stan, I need you...

SBF (Stan): on my way!

"See? Look you can practically hear him on his way here!" Butters handed Kyle's phone back to him while giving him a "see? Now you don't know shit" smirk. Kyle furrowed his eyebrows he still wasn't very sure about all this. Though, a few minutes later Kyle was in the passenger seat of Stan's car being driven back to Stan's house for dinner.

"What's up? Why are you so gloomy?" Stan asked after Kyle had turned down Hall and Oates and refused to sing along with him.

"Nothing."

"Dude, do I need to get a calculator out so I can figure out who the hell you think you're talking to?" Stan stopped the car to pull over, thankfully, there weren't any cars behind him. "I've known you for, like, ever and I know when it's just nothing and when there's something really upsetting you...is it because I ditched you earlier?" Stan wore a pained face. Kyle studied it noticing pure signs of stress and sadness and was overall baffled by it. Stan shouldn't be that sad but because Kyle was donning such a desolate attitude Stan was saddened. It was a deep connection that only someone with such compassion for each other could do. Is that real love? Should Kyle ever dare utter it?

"DUDE! Stop acting all gay! Hahaha! I'm fine geez just tired and hungry my sugar running low so we better head home before I need insulin!" Kyle gleamed his attitude from before changed rapidly into a more cheerful one. Stan gave the suspicious eye before heeding Kyle's warning and continuing on home.

"We're home, family!" Stan announced as they came through the door. Sparky came running up to him. Sharon came running out of the kitchen with a apron on and a pair of fuzzy slippers to complete her adorable mom look.

"Yay! Stan brought home my favorite son!" Sharon teased as she pinched Kyle's cheeks. "Aww how's our perfect son doing? We missed you this weekend!" Sharon cooed, pulling Kyle into her breast.

"Damn, mom! At least try not to be so blunt most moms don't make it so obvious whose the favorite!" Stan whined.

"Oh hush, you! Go set the table so we can eat today, your sister brought home her special someone it's a surprise and I really wanna know who it is!" Sharon exclaimed excitedly. She didn't really know whether it was a girl or not but she had been getting that vibe lately so had to be something. Stan pouted and went to play with his dog, Sparky, who was getting really old but was still excited to see his owner home. Stan couldn't help but think the dog was the only one who loved him as his parents were too busy cooing over Kyle's return.

"Dinners almost done!" Randy broadcasted from the kitchen. As they all sat around the table Kyle was bombarded with many questions from the Marsh's and just loved the way Stan got jealous. It was like delicious pay back for earlier. Randy and Sharon most likely heard about the fight from Sheila and are punishing Stan right now. Kyle sighed, this is why he loved the Marsh's.

"I'm home!" Shelley declared and everyone looked over to watch her arrival. Well, not so much her but the special guest she was bringing in. Over the years Shelley had really grown into quite the lady. It was like the ugly duckling story and she was now a beautiful swan. Her braces long gone replaced by a beautiful smile and perfect skin. Her shaggy hair was dealt with as well and her unruly style was fixed by her gay best friend, Ronaldo. Her anger had subsided, also, after she took up boxing and karate. She's now an instructor at one of the local dojos and competes in weekly boxing matches for money. "Woah, I didn't know Kyle would be here."

Shelley walked in setting down her bags and kicking off her boots. He sighed and flipped her long luscious hair out her way before tying it back. No one said a word. They all wait patiently for the young gentleman, or lady to walk out. Finally a man walked into the room with dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He looked like an older Kenny, but with more douchbag sprinkled on top. That's when it hit them.

"Kevin!" Stan and Kyle jumped up and the older blonde smirked and nodded at them.

"Sup," he asked cooly. The super best friends took to their seats and remained calm. It was shocking to see Shelley go for that shady looking guy but they could sorta see how she got tricked. Kevin was like a more experienced sexy as fuck Kenny. He had good looks and all but that's all he had going for him. He more the type when you were looking for a quick fuck not the guy you bring home! He was dumb and just a big jerk and Shelley knew this. So why would she even go for this punk?

Stan glared across the table as Kevin spoke, introducing himself. He did it perfectly and acted polite but Stan just wasn't buying it. Kevin's was known for breaking hearts and Stan could not stand by and watch his sister's heart get broken. The tan teen kicked Kevin in the shin underneath the table earning a loud "oof" in the middle of one of Kevin's stories. The dark haired male felt victory atlas it was short-lived when Kyle pinched his forearm. Shelley gave a thumbs up to her favorite little brother and the rest of the dinner went off on a hitch with Stan making sure to give him a look of death for the whole night until he left.

Kyle and Stan went up to "their" (might as well be) room and got ready for bed. It wasn't too strange for them to cuddle up to each other and watch vines on Stan's phone or something until they fell asleep. The words of Butters, Pip, and Tweek constantly resounded in Kyle's brain. What if Stan did reciprocate these complicated feelings? What if Stan was just as scared to admit it as Kyle is? What do they do now?

Author's Rambles: Ah...I dont even know where this is going... XC but hopefully it'll end up good...Let me know if you like it so far! It seems to go by quickly, no?

((Thanks to those who still read these...makes my sun shine even brighter!))